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The history of philosophy is to a great extent that of a certain clash of human temperaments. Undignified as such a treatment may seem to some of my colleagues, I shall have to take account of this clash and explain a good many of the divergences ...
It is wonderful to move
To a new place every day.
It is wonderful to flow
Without ice and mud
Everything my friends,
Is gone with yesterday.
All the words are gone.
Now is the time to say something new.
Rumi’s words from Divan-I Kebir translated ...
The hour is striking so close above me,
So clear and sharp,
That all my senses ring with it.
I feel it now: There’s a power in me
To grasp and give shape to my world.
I know that nothing has ever been real
Without my beholding it.
All becoming ha...
But the effect of society is not only to funnel fictions into our consciousness, but also to prevent the awareness of reality. . .
Every society, by it own practice of living and by the mode of relatedness, of feeling and perceiving, develops a sy...
We are supposedly living in the same world, but who can tell the thing we popularly call a stone lying before this window is the same thing to all of us? According to the way we look at it, to some the stone ceases to be a stone, while to others i...
No drives, no compulsions
No needs, no attractions
Then your affairs
Are under control
You are a free person.
Chuang Tzu wrote those thoughts in Chinese over 2300 years ago. The concept that less is more is now age thought at its finest. Just the...
The mind is like a crystal ball with no color of its own. It is pure and perfect as it is. But as soon as it confronts the outside world it takes on all colors and forms of differentiation. This differentiation is in the outside world and the mind...
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- What have you written about before?
- Hal’s new book Short Sleeves Insights: Live An Ordinary Life In A Non-Ordinary Way was published in May 2008. Visit any book store or Hal’s website to get a copy. Hal’s third Collection Of poetry: Short Sleeves: Spirit Songs was published in July 2008.
- Where have you been published?
- Hal's poems have been published by: Mystic Pop Magazine, Children Of The New Earth Magazine, New Age Tribune, Seasons Of The Soul Newsletters, Lightship News and Writers In The Sky Newsletters. His essays can be found on www.ezinearticles.com and www.selfgrowth.com. and jasonsnetwork.com
- What outcome do you have for your writing?
- A Short Description of My Work
My work is based on the idea that our thoughts create the reality we experience. What you believe you experience; what you experience you express; and what you express you become.
The goal of my poetry and essays is to get that message to as many people as I can. I'm not trying to change anyone's belief system, but I am trying to bring awareness to a life that has been covered in misconceptions. Everyone will make the choices that suit them at this point in their now and that's okay. We still can be united in our diversity and understand that we create what we live.
My dream is to fully connect with other aspects of myself; to understand that my waking consciousness is really the unconscious part of my consciousness and I have the ability to unite these aspects into a free thinking spirit in human form. I do this in peace, in gratitude and by offering my universal service to all life.
- Homepage URL
- http://halmanogue.blogspot.com
Hello Everyone!
I send you love from Tennessee!
For those of you who know me
And for those who have yet to meet me,
I thought you might be interested in how I found my life’s path.
For 25 years I thought the shoe business was it, but 10 years ago my thoughts started to change.
I always was interested in people and had a strong desire to make money, because of my thoughts of lack.
The shoe business was the perfect vehicle to do both.
Traveling nationwide and working in Asia, Europe and Brazil for years, taught me so many valuable life lessons.
I have been blessed with wonderful friends all over the globe.
I have been able to create inerasable memories and lasting bonds. Thank you.
Yes, my life was externally comfortable but I still wondered what I was doing. I could not see the point of this me, by what I had been taught, experienced or remembered. The thought of how I appeared to others was more important than self worth.
I was plagued with the same situations we all face in one form or another; addiction to or from something, an inner fear of not being good enough and guilty for not understanding why. Of course the Death word was the ultimate fear for me and for everyone around me. I knew all of this was manifesting in various physical forms, weight gain or loss, injuries, health issues and off course not having enough of anything
Whatever the item desired.
In 1996 my mother died. My world changed.
She devoted her life to her family and her religion. Being raised in a devout Irish Catholic home she learned she could love and trust her God as long as she followed the teachings of the church. She believed. I struggled with rules and authority so her path and mine on religion were different. Mom loved her God and prayed that when she died, she would be reconnected with him as well as, all those who had gone before her. I had no idea what to say to God.
I now know her prayers were answered and more but at the time of her death, I felt alone for the first time in my life. It was all about me. She was gone. Who or what but Mother would do what she did for me?
Now feeling separated from her, I was looking for answers I wanted her back. I turned to philosophy beginning with Plato, Aristotle, Heraclitus, Plotinus, Lao-Tzu, Nagarjuna, Buddha, Confucius, Augustine. I started studying psychology and noticed anytime the author wanted to project a thought they would use poetry. I never had an interest in poetry, I didn’t own a book of poetry.
One poet continued to be quoted in the books I studied. His name is Jalaluddin Rumi, better known as Rumi, who lived in Turkey in the mid-1200’s. His family were scholars and theologians of their time. His words seem to call me, so I bought my first poetry book.
His writings completely took over my thoughts. While reading his work, I realized my life would never be the same again. It was in reading Rumi’s words and his unending search for Shams of Tabriz, that I felt Mothers closeness and connection.
Then I Discovered Rilke, Blake, Goethe, Dante, Dickinson Takahashi, John Paul II and other Eastern and Western poets.
In all of these friends, I found the same message regardless of the time portal: That love of self, reconnecting with your spirit, brings love to All. In order to love and to give the gift, I first had to be the vessel that held love for all things. With love there is no death, only eternal life. Our loved ones live and always will.
Our inner voices connected in one. There is no separation after physical death.
This is the kind of message I’ve heard all my life, but it was Moms complete connection with God that opened a door for me thru poetry. I looked and all I needed to do was enter. I had to forgive myself so I could forgive others. I was looking to others for help, before I helped myself. The answers were within me.
I create the world I live in, either with spirit or without.
Without is no longer an option.
Well-Being is our gift to ourselves thru our spirits.
I am never alone living in spirit. No one is.
You can contact me by email:
hal@shortsleeves.net
I would love to hear from you.
Hal Manogue
I send you love from Tennessee!
For those of you who know me
And for those who have yet to meet me,
I thought you might be interested in how I found my life’s path.
For 25 years I thought the shoe business was it, but 10 years ago my thoughts started to change.
I always was interested in people and had a strong desire to make money, because of my thoughts of lack.
The shoe business was the perfect vehicle to do both.
Traveling nationwide and working in Asia, Europe and Brazil for years, taught me so many valuable life lessons.
I have been blessed with wonderful friends all over the globe.
I have been able to create inerasable memories and lasting bonds. Thank you.
Yes, my life was externally comfortable but I still wondered what I was doing. I could not see the point of this me, by what I had been taught, experienced or remembered. The thought of how I appeared to others was more important than self worth.
I was plagued with the same situations we all face in one form or another; addiction to or from something, an inner fear of not being good enough and guilty for not understanding why. Of course the Death word was the ultimate fear for me and for everyone around me. I knew all of this was manifesting in various physical forms, weight gain or loss, injuries, health issues and off course not having enough of anything
Whatever the item desired.
In 1996 my mother died. My world changed.
She devoted her life to her family and her religion. Being raised in a devout Irish Catholic home she learned she could love and trust her God as long as she followed the teachings of the church. She believed. I struggled with rules and authority so her path and mine on religion were different. Mom loved her God and prayed that when she died, she would be reconnected with him as well as, all those who had gone before her. I had no idea what to say to God.
I now know her prayers were answered and more but at the time of her death, I felt alone for the first time in my life. It was all about me. She was gone. Who or what but Mother would do what she did for me?
Now feeling separated from her, I was looking for answers I wanted her back. I turned to philosophy beginning with Plato, Aristotle, Heraclitus, Plotinus, Lao-Tzu, Nagarjuna, Buddha, Confucius, Augustine. I started studying psychology and noticed anytime the author wanted to project a thought they would use poetry. I never had an interest in poetry, I didn’t own a book of poetry.
One poet continued to be quoted in the books I studied. His name is Jalaluddin Rumi, better known as Rumi, who lived in Turkey in the mid-1200’s. His family were scholars and theologians of their time. His words seem to call me, so I bought my first poetry book.
His writings completely took over my thoughts. While reading his work, I realized my life would never be the same again. It was in reading Rumi’s words and his unending search for Shams of Tabriz, that I felt Mothers closeness and connection.
Then I Discovered Rilke, Blake, Goethe, Dante, Dickinson Takahashi, John Paul II and other Eastern and Western poets.
In all of these friends, I found the same message regardless of the time portal: That love of self, reconnecting with your spirit, brings love to All. In order to love and to give the gift, I first had to be the vessel that held love for all things. With love there is no death, only eternal life. Our loved ones live and always will.
Our inner voices connected in one. There is no separation after physical death.
This is the kind of message I’ve heard all my life, but it was Moms complete connection with God that opened a door for me thru poetry. I looked and all I needed to do was enter. I had to forgive myself so I could forgive others. I was looking to others for help, before I helped myself. The answers were within me.
I create the world I live in, either with spirit or without.
Without is no longer an option.
Well-Being is our gift to ourselves thru our spirits.
I am never alone living in spirit. No one is.
You can contact me by email:
hal@shortsleeves.net
I would love to hear from you.
Hal Manogue
Hal Manogue's Blog
Dialectical Mixture
The history of philosophy is to a great extent that of a certain clash of human temperaments. Undignified as such a treatment may seem to some of my colleagues, I shall have to take account of this clash and explain a good many of the divergences of philosophies by it.
Of whatever temperament a professional philosopher is, he tries when philosophizing to sink the fact of his temperament. Temperament is no conventionally recognized reason, so he urges impersonal reasons only for his conclu… Continue
Of whatever temperament a professional philosopher is, he tries when philosophizing to sink the fact of his temperament. Temperament is no conventionally recognized reason, so he urges impersonal reasons only for his conclu… Continue
Posted on November 28, 2009 at 10:15am —
Connected Independence
It is wonderful to move
To a new place every day.
It is wonderful to flow
Without ice and mud
Everything my friends,
Is gone with yesterday.
All the words are gone.
Now is the time to say something new.
Rumi’s words from Divan-I Kebir translated by Dr. Nevit O. Ergin, capture 21st century thought with 13th century words. It’s wonderful to move in the now. It’s wonderful to flow in this moment of linear time where my spirit meets my flesh. It’s where yesterday and tomorrow i… Continue
To a new place every day.
It is wonderful to flow
Without ice and mud
Everything my friends,
Is gone with yesterday.
All the words are gone.
Now is the time to say something new.
Rumi’s words from Divan-I Kebir translated by Dr. Nevit O. Ergin, capture 21st century thought with 13th century words. It’s wonderful to move in the now. It’s wonderful to flow in this moment of linear time where my spirit meets my flesh. It’s where yesterday and tomorrow i… Continue
Posted on November 14, 2009 at 10:30am —
Moments of Beholding
The hour is striking so close above me,
So clear and sharp,
That all my senses ring with it.
I feel it now: There’s a power in me
To grasp and give shape to my world.
I know that nothing has ever been real
Without my beholding it.
All becoming has needed me.
My looking ripens things
And they come towards me, to meet and be met.
No thing is too small for me to cherish
And paint in gold, as if it were an icon
That could bless us,
Though I’ll not know who else among us
Will feel this blessi… Continue
So clear and sharp,
That all my senses ring with it.
I feel it now: There’s a power in me
To grasp and give shape to my world.
I know that nothing has ever been real
Without my beholding it.
All becoming has needed me.
My looking ripens things
And they come towards me, to meet and be met.
No thing is too small for me to cherish
And paint in gold, as if it were an icon
That could bless us,
Though I’ll not know who else among us
Will feel this blessi… Continue
Posted on October 31, 2009 at 12:30pm —
Innate Freedom
But the effect of society is not only to funnel fictions into our consciousness, but also to prevent the awareness of reality. . .
Every society, by it own practice of living and by the mode of relatedness, of feeling and perceiving, develops a system of categories which determines the form of awareness. This system works, as it were, like a socially conditioned filter; experience cannot enter awareness unless it can penetrate this filter. . . I am aware of all my feelings and thoughts whi… Continue
Every society, by it own practice of living and by the mode of relatedness, of feeling and perceiving, develops a system of categories which determines the form of awareness. This system works, as it were, like a socially conditioned filter; experience cannot enter awareness unless it can penetrate this filter. . . I am aware of all my feelings and thoughts whi… Continue
Posted on October 3, 2009 at 10:38am —
The Air Between The Bubbles
We are supposedly living in the same world, but who can tell the thing we popularly call a stone lying before this window is the same thing to all of us? According to the way we look at it, to some the stone ceases to be a stone, while to others it forever remains a worthless specimen of geological product. And this initial divergence of views calls forth an endless series of divergences later in our moral and spiritual lives. Just a little twisting, as it were, in our modes of thinking, a… Continue
Posted on September 26, 2009 at 12:22pm —
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I'm only on the computer mini part time at present. I've taken up painting which soothes the soul and brightens my day. When I get past the ramblings in my mind I'll be back full time. I'm always on full time for you my friend. I do check my messages. Enjoy your bike ride. I'll be with you in spirit because I love riding those 2 wheelers.
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How's my favorite guy this morning? How are you treating life? Watch out! You're going to have a great day!
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I apologize for my silence. I burned myself out and decided to back off for a while before I had to be sent to Harbor-zoo (Harborview, our trauma center in Seattle). I'm doing well otherwise and have missed you my friend. Thanks for missing me.
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